Her question surprised him so he ended up shrugging, "Honestly, I like a good bottle whenever, and I'm not heading out till Monday, so plenty of time if there's a hangover to deal with," he ended it with a bright, lopsided smile as he joined her where she sat - not next to her, feeling that might be forward. Was this a date? He honestly didn't know - how did dating work these days, anyway?
"What made you agree to join a stranger in an unfamiliar place in the name of good wine?" He bantered back, his smile growing a bit brighter.